Today I was one of the Ladies who Lunch. There is just one problem: I had to valet park my car at the restaurant. I swear to God, the valet parker flinched when he saw the inside of my Mom-mobile. It honestly looks like a portable pandemic awaiting condemnation or quarantine by the Centers for Disease Control. Can you catch cholera from a car? If so, don't ride with me.
The worst part of the whole experience is that one of the women I met needed a ride home and she ended up with gummi bears stuck to the bottom of her silk suit. And here's what a terrible friend I am -- I didn't say anything as she walked away. I'm just hoping they fall off somewhere before she notices.
Perhaps my wrinkles are not the only thing in need of a little TLC in my life.
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